Date: Fri, 6 Mar 2009 16:50:57 +0000
From: marcia st.denis
Subject: Dani's Dark Need
Dani's Dark Need
By Marcia St.Denis (marciatv@hotmail.com)
This story (all fictitious and not based on any persons living or dead) is
a gift from my very pervy, rather darkly twisted imagination and of course
my generous heart, to you, the always horny and voracious connoisseur of
trannie erotica. I am hopeful you will discover my admittedly sordid
imaginary world with the same pleasure that I had while writing it. I
recognize how much you need and want new stories with satisfying plots and
sharply defined characters to help you find the special bliss of release
that pushed you to discover my writing in the first place. I have tried to
craft a story that will provide you with as many peaks of pleasure as I
could possibly pack into this little offering. However, I tend to write in
chapters: each one designed to bring you to a huge orgasm. I do this
because I want you to return for future sessions of great masturbation and
intense pleasure. Don't rush through my stories. Take your time and let
yourself enjoy each chapter thoroughly. I assure you that each successive
chapter will produce the same euphoria as the previous one - if you let it.
And I will be adding additional chapters onto my stories as I finish them
so make sure you return if you see it pop back up. And above all, please
let me know if I have succeeded in making your endomorphins surge. I like
knowing that I have brought you and your little guy the happiness you
needed and were looking for and your feedback will bring me the kind of
pleasure only a writer knows. Please feel free to send this story to any
other website you want to. However, my only request is that you attribute
it to me and include this preamble. Kisses, Marcia
Chapter One
Whenever he stepped out of the UN's Geneva headquarters and looked down the
sloping hill and across Lac Leman to the jet d'eau that spurted 200 feet
into the air, 42-year-old Mark Kensington had to suppress a shiver. He
could never look at it without having sly little wanton images of other
objects spurting other fluids crossing his mind. They in turn would always
trigger an immediate and overwhelming craving to satisfy his deepest, most
intimate needs.
Try as he might to think of other things, once his mind turned to thoughts
of pleasure he needed to find some kind of release. He knew himself pretty
well and he recognized that if his schedule prevented him from acting on
those needs immediately it was almost impossible for him to focus on
anything else for the rest of the day. The demands of his own pleasure
were insistent and he would invariably find himself dwelling on (and
luxuriating in) the anticipation of things to come.
That anticipation always produced the same physiological reaction: it made
his mind race and his pulse quicken and his cock harden. All his mind's
eye could see were the vivid sexual images that always brought him immense
pleasure and never failed to open the cum-slicked floodgates of his own
private erotic world. Glancing again at the jet d'eau, he resigned himself
to the fact that today was no different and as he walked down the path to
his car he found slipped his hand into his pants pocket to rearrange his
rather fat and long, blood engorged, stiffening cock.
"God this is a beautiful city," he thought to himself. "I always wait too
long each winter to get back here. What a perfect place to conduct
business."
There were many reasons Mark had chosen Geneva as his European base of
operations. Besides its spectacular setting, its elegantly maintained city
center, its sedate but frighteningly expensive apartments, homes and
villas, and its worldly, international population, it was a city full of
some of the most powerful people on earth.
Entrepreneurs, bankers, and politicians all called Geneva home, and some of
them sought what only Mark could provide. These were people with
diplomatic immunity who needed, and paid huge sums of money, for the shady
arms trade services Mark brought to them. That needy client base combined
with its long history of banking secrecy and personal discretion were two
lures that made Geneva irresistible.
But those were merely the business-related reasons why he loved Geneva. It
was perhaps the other, more personal and private reasons that really sealed
his decision to buy a condo and run his European operations from here.
Living in Geneva provided many more opportunities to be of service to his
wealthy and powerful clients than if he were located elsewhere and it
allowed him access - easy access - to the kink and cum so many of them
needed and requested of him. Mark loved providing special services to his
needier clients and he knew just where to find the sweet young things that
earned him undying loyalty.
Mark had discovered within the first week of his first visit that Geneva
was a treasure trove of international delight for those whose tastes ran to
the exotic and whose income could afford to indulge those tastes. What a
delicious irony that in a city which won't allow anyone under seven to see
a Walt Disney movie, whose Calvinist prudery and police state authority is
so strong that all evidence of vice and deviancy is stamped out and denied
by the authorities, there would thrive a world or perversity and
licentiousness the size and types of which would shock the entire world.
Mark often wondered if that same prudery spawned all of this forbidden
perversity. He thought about that often. Regardless, it was certainly the
lack of normal nightspots in town where one usually finds the services Mark
purchased that created the open brazenness of the cute young things Mark
kept returning to: sexy underage vixens that eagerly satisfied his own
needs as well as made themselves available to satisfy his client's needs.
It was a gorgeous day, sunny and warm, without a hint of the harshness of
winter that had just departed. The late afternoon sun was about to slip
below the horizon of the Saleve and there was a light breeze coming off the
lake. Spring seemed to have come late this year, so it was lucky that he
had just returned to the city from his winter home in Dominica.
Thinking about Dominica sent a second pulse of electricity down his spine
and heightened the urgency of Mark's need, triggered by images of what he'd
left behind on the island. He felt an increasing hunger building within
that he knew could only be slackened physically. It was this urgency,
coupled with a rising anger that made him quicken his pace back to his car.
"Damn those fucking, uptight, Gestapo-like Swiss immigration officials! No
wonder visitors call Switzerland the tightest police state in the world.
Why I can't bring cute little Michelle-Aline back here with me is damnably
beyond me. I offered to vouch for her personally and even post a large
bond insuring that she would leave with me when I did. They'd know exactly
where to find me if she over-stayed her visa. I need a housekeeper here.
She knows my quirks and habits. And there's no way I could ever find
anyone here in Geneva willing to be a live-in housekeeper who has her
combination of physical charms, sense of style, sheer good taste, and
undeniably unique sexual quirks," Mark thought to himself.
On the other hand, he was on his way now to find the one surrogate he hoped
would be working that afternoon. He glanced at his watch and knew it was a
little early in the afternoon but he was sure that, even if she wasn't out
yet, there were others who would be there waiting to please men like him:
men who couldn't last until they got home.
Just the thought of Michelle-Aline and her special charms had made his
blood course and thicken his already hardening cock. Sure he could find
acceptable housekeepers in Geneva; common, conventional immigrant women who
would work for the exorbitant fees that were the going rate for trained and
licensed housekeepers in Switzerland now. But, Mark wasn't interested in
anything common or conventional. His interests were, in fact, decidedly
uncommon.
Being a wealthy bachelor with a man's needs was certainly not uncommon in
this town. Nor was it uncommon for a man in his position to want a live-in
housekeeper who could service those needs on a regular basis. What was
uncommon was the nature of those needs; needs that were formed within him
from his earliest experiences.
Mark Kensington had grown up the only child of a formerly wealthy
aristocratic British family who lived on their gently decaying family
estate near Guildford, south of London. The deteriorating finances of the
family went largely unnoticed by Mark as he, like so many of his
contemporaries in semi-aristocratic England, had been shipped off to
boarding school at the age of seven.
He only spent two weeks with his parents at Christmas and a few weeks
before and after camp during the summer holidays at home. As a result,
Mark never really knew his parents and he certainly didn't have a boy's
normally close relationship with his mother. Even when he was home, he was
conveniently ignored by both his parents, who were each much more
interested in pursuing their own interests than pay the slightest attention
to him.
Sara Kensington gave birth to Mark, or Markie as she called him, to satisfy
the family's need for an heir, nothing more. In her mind, children
interfered with a woman's beauty, destroyed her figure, and give her cause
for worry. All this intensely selfish woman wanted was to control her
husband and whatever wealth he still had that she hadn't already spent.
She knew exactly what she needed to do to achieve her lifestyle goals and a
baby boy under foot wasn't part of her plans. Mark's father Alex was so
remote and distant that Mark had no idea what he thought about, if anything
at all.
So after Mark's birth, no other children were needed and none others would
be tolerated. Little Markie was given to a nanny for nursing and to be
kept out of sight. In fact, most days he didn't see either of his parents
except at dinnertime or, when they were home, to give them a goodnight kiss
just before bed. The only thing he really knew about his mother was that
he and nanny had to follow her very strict rules regarding every aspect of
his upbringing from play time to dress or face severe physical punishment.
As for her husband, Alex, he was exactly what she had always wanted; ever
since she had set her sights on acquiring the wealth, prestige and
lifestyle of being an aristocrat.
Unusually, Alex was seven years younger than she was when they married.
And their marriage followed rapidly just after they met at a peculiar kind
of party in London. She reveled in her absolute dominance over this man.
He was exactly the kind of simpering, submissive, swishy, limp-wristed
weakling she had been searching for since she had set her goals at age 16:
the kind of half-man so many aristocratic boys seemed to turn into when
they came of age and entered the world after emerging from the gayboy,
butt-fucking sordidness of British Public Schools. Thank God he wasn't at
all interested in her reproductive abilities. He had fallen under her
control within hours of meeting. She found that she could control
everything he thought about and did quite easily as she wielded her
spectacular beauty and her peculiar sense of personal fashion over him. She
had learned her lessons well as her mother taught her about the facts of
life at age 13, just after puberty. She learned early what it took for a
common girl to become a powerful, wealthy dominant woman. And her sense of
entitlement was accompanied by a clear-eyed knowledge of the kind of man
who would submit to the commanding power she radiated: raw sexual power
combined with a will to succeed that oozed from her like the beads of sweat
that poured out of all weak men whenever they were lucky enough to be in
her presence.
Until he went off to school, young Markie wasn't aware of what he missed in
terms of friendship, as the only children he was allowed to play with were
the servant's children and even these were never really very friendly as
they were told to stay away unless they wanted Mistress to beat them.
So Markie had learned at school what so many other sons of the aristocracy
had learned before him: that there were others who would give him the love
and sympathy that had been missing in his life; others who shared a bit of
his background and who understood what his life was like. The closeness he
felt with these schoolmates was the only consolation and compensation he
could find for the lack of love he received at home. He was especially
happy when the older boys seemed to take a liking to him. And wanting to
please them made him remember the kinds of things he had seen his parents
do that seemed to make older people happy. The need for love and security
is strong and those needs ran particularly strong in him.
But it was only through some very special privileges he earned at school
from the masters that allowed him to be with his older friends. The
schoolmasters at his particular school were not stupid and they made sure
that the primary school-age boys were kept well away from the older boys
most of the time. They slept in well-chaperoned rooms on the other side of
campus, far away from the older boys. Luckily for Mark and a few of his
closest friends, there were dorm masters who helped the neediest of the
boys satisfy their craving for adult affection.
Mark was an extremely pretty and bright child who took notice of everything
both at home and at school and he wasn't shy in using whatever lessons he
had taken in. His ability to overhear conversations or detect unspoken
cues that he wasn't meant to hear or see was uncanny. And by the time he
went off to school he had heard and seen things at home that young boys
shouldn't normally know a thing about until they were much, much older, if
at all.
The first inkling he had that grownups do some very special things to make
themselves happy came the week before he was sent away to school. One late
summer night, a few days after his return from camp, he was awakened by
some odd and peculiar sounds coming from his parent's hallway. Not knowing
what to think he remained in bed listening to what seemed like low moans
punctuated by the sharp crack of something snapping. He also heard the
muffled sound of his mother's voice raised in anger.
Although his mother had often warned him that he was NEVER to enter their
hallway or rooms without her express permission, he couldn't help but be
curious about what might be taking place. He slipped out of bed and pulled
the hem of his pink satin nightgown down around his smooth white bottom to
the top of his thighs, slid his feet into his soft pink slippers and pulled
on his long sleeved, black silk dressing gown. He opened his door as
quietly as he could and tiptoed his way to the entrance of his parent's
hallway where he stopped and listened.
Now his mother's voice was clearer and he could make out words like "weak"
and "queer" and "your sick needs" and "disgusting sexual hunger" and
"Uberfuhrer Mommy knows what her little concentration camp baby boys and
girls need, doesn't she?" and then there was that strange cracking snap
again and more low moaning. Markie was shocked and wondered to whom she
might be speaking since clearly she wasn't speaking to him. Did she have
other sons he didn't know about? Did he have brothers? And who in the
world were "her girls"? And was that the sound of a spanking? He got onto
his hands and knees and crawled down to their bedroom door, which was
slightly ajar. Craning his neck around the edge to see through the open
slot, his breath caught in his throat and he almost let out a terrified
little yelp at what he saw.
Standing facing away him was his mother. Only she was dressed in a manner
he had never seen before. Normally, she spent her days in London shopping
at the most expensive high-fashion shops in town with other perfectly
turned out women and she almost always wore very high, fashionable heels
with stockings and the latest designer dresses or skirt and sweater or
blouse ensembles. Her long ash blonde hair was usually down in a cute,
longish bob cut with long bangs and she always had a regal and dignified
air about her.
But the woman who was standing with her legs apart and her back to him was
dressed in a bizarre black and red outfit that looked so shiny Markie
thought it was made from black metal. Her hair was pulled back into the
tightest bun he'd ever seen with her ears encrusted with multiple piercings
and on her head she wore the shiniest, highest peaked hat with a black
patent visor. As she turned her head momentarily he caught sight of two
lightning bolt-like emblems sewn on to the front of the cap on a yellow
shield.
On her legs were shiny black boots with red highlights that came to
mid-thigh. They were laced up the back from the 6" red spike heel to the
red cuff at the top and he could see a black stocking-covered leg in the
gap. The laces looked like they were made from red silk and the ends had
red tassels that hung down almost to the knee. Six frilly, lace-covered
thin straps that hung down from her shiny black top held each of her sheer
black stockings up. Markie wasn't exactly sure, but he thought he
remembered seeing her in things almost like this at other times during his
youth, only in softer, more feminine fabrics while she let him watch her
dress and he thought she called them corsets.
Anyway, to him it looked like this one was way too small for her because it
looked like it was really, really tight. In fact it looked way too tightly
held together. In the back there were red silk laces that also had red
tassels and he could see the bare skin of her back bulging out from between
the laces. When she turned sideways her very large titties didn't even fit
inside the garment. It looked more like they were pushed way up high and
were resting on a kind of shelf. The top edge around her back and under
her tits, along with the bottom edge that ended just above her soft round
white bottom, were fringed in a bright red lacy frilly ruffle.
Little Markie was fascinated by how deep and dark the crack was that went
down her ass and how big and dark the thingies were at the tips of her
tits. The tips looked like they were really long, fat pencil eraser kinds
of things like the ones he drew pictures with in the family room. He
thought he saw drops of white liquid dripping from the tips of her titties
down onto and wetting the shiny black material of the corset. She had on
an armband on her upper arm in shiny black and red leather that had a white
circle and some black lines on it that looked like what the Germans had on
their flag during WWII. Running from her hands to her elbows were
skin-tight shiny black gloves and she held a big heavy leather stick thing
with little 6" strands of leather at the end.
But it was her hair and face that really both scared him and fascinated
him. How did she make her hair look so tight and shiny and how could she
make her lips look so big and dark? They looked wet and red to the point
he thought she must have blood in her mouth. And her eyes had the longest
black eyelashes he had ever seen on anyone. That seemed really strange
since she didn't have eyelashes like that during the day. Her eyebrows
were dark thin arches and all around her eyes she had really pretty reddish
colored eye-shadow and dark black lines that went right around the edges of
her eyes but that were drawn way out towards her hair.
He watched, silent as a mouse, as she slowly lifted one hand and took the
nipple of one of her tits between her fingers and pinched it really hard.
More white liquid started squirting and then dripping from the tip. And as
she pinched herself he noticed that her eyes closed like she was going to
faint and her tongue came out from between her liquid red lips and licked
her upper lip with just the tip. He was amazed to see her other hand bring
the tip of her black leather cane to the smooth white skin that was between
her legs in front.
"Wow! That's strange," he thought to himself. "It looks like she is trying
to put it into the little bottom that she had there in front of her."
"Now why would girls have two bottoms, one in front and one behind, when
boys only have the one behind...And how does she go peepee without a little
weenie?" Markie wondered.
But then he was stopped cold when she started to forcefully hit her front
bottom crack with the stick. It looked like she was hitting herself HARD!
And that wasn't all. It looked like she wanted to pull her tittie
completely off her front the way she was stretching the nipple out from her
body. She started to moan and made grunting sounds and then began hunching
her hips forward and down onto the black leather rod.
Mark watched her tremble for a minute and finally let out her breath and
relax and then he noticed two other people in his parent's bedroom - a man
and a woman he had never seen before. The woman had long black hair that
cascaded down her front in soft waves and was very fashionably made up. In
fact, she almost looked like his mother did just before she put her dress
on when she went out to parties at night. This woman was dressed all in
white lace. She had on a white lace bra and some see-through white lace
panties and a white thing around her waist with the same kind of straps
that hung off his mother's corset. And these were holding up her white,
lace-top stockings and over all of it she was wearing a long gown, just
like the peignoirs his mother had a ton of in her closet.
But she was very tall looking because she had on some very high white high
heels with really high soles so it made her feet look like they started a
few inches off the ground. They looked like they had locks on the straps,
"Boy, that's funny... Maybe she never takes them off? But what does she do
when she needs to go to sleep?" Markie wondered.
It looked like she had long pearl earrings on that dangled down to her
shoulders and a necklace that went around her throat with about 4 strands
and a diamond and pearl bracelet and a matching one around one of her
ankles.
"But why were her hands tied up behind her back? And why was her bottom so
red?" Markie wondered again.
Next to her was a black tall man with more muscles than Markie had ever
seen on anyone. He was naked except for a bunch of black leather belts
that crisscrossed his chest and seemed to wrap around his weenie. His skin
glistened and looked like he had been sweating a lot and his hands looked
like they were tied to his peenie. And it looked like it hurt a lot
because his peenie was really long and sticking straight up and reached
past his belly button. It was so black and dark that it looked almost
purple.
"Now, that was a very nice little cum you two sick perverts gave your
mistress.... Mmmm... I want to thank you.... How do you think I ought to?"
his mother said.
Neither of the other two people said a word.
"The Reich has methods for dealing with scum like you. A little white
faggot and his black master don't deserve to live. You know that, don't
you?" she asked as she strode back and forth before them.
"Do you little queers want me to let you fuck each other while Mommy
watches... Or maybe I should just keep teasing you like I know you need
and want..."
And then his mother flicked out her black leather cane with its straps and
Mark heard it CRACK!! against the man's hard purple penis. He jerked and
let out a long low hiss and moan and his peeper got even darker and it
began to drip something from the tip.
Markie's mother Sara saw it too. "Don't you fucking move until I tell you
to!" she screamed.
Then his mother reached down with her long red fingernail and scooped the
fluid up into it and brought it to the other woman's mouth and made her
lick it off. When her finger was properly cleaned she reached her black
gloved, open fingered hand down to the white lace-covered front of the
woman's panties and seemed to grab something and squeezed really hard. The
woman in the white lingerie let out a sharp scream that was cut short when
Markie's mother slapped her across the face leaving the red welts of her
fingers on her heavily made up face. Sara glared at her slave in contempt.
She could see the fear and she smiled. She loved the fear... the fear and
the desire.
"Ooooo, you two lovers are so much fun to play with. Don't you just love
our weekly sessions? Doesn't Mommy know just exactly what her little
cum-sluts want? Hmmm? Aren't you happy my sweeties?" she asked both of
them.
Each of them nodded and hung their heads down in shame.
"Hahahaha, cat got your tongues? Or is it the pain?"
Whereupon she stepped back and flicked her black whip out repeatedly,
aiming for the man's penis and the woman's Vee in the front of her panties.
"Those blows had to hurt," thought Markie. "I know because it hurts when
she spanks me. And that is only with her bare hand."
Yet neither of the two people moved. Not even a flinch.
"How's my little baby girl doing?" Sara continued. "Is she happy? Doesn't
she love getting all made up to put on her pretty frillies to wait for her
big, hunky lover boy to show up to make her happy? Hmmm? Answer me...
Doesn't she?"
Markie was shocked and terrified to hear what sounded like his father's
voice come out from the sexy woman's lips telling his mother, "Ohhhhh
God!!!!!! YESSSSSSSS... I am so happy.... I am so lucky.... Thank you
my mistress for loving me and knowing exactly what your little sissygirl
needs and wants.... You know I will always be your personal whore....
Unh... Oh yes, hurt me... Punish me... Please treat me like the
gutter-slut I am.... Make me earn you the money you need to buy your
beautiful clothes and get your hair done and have your manicures and buy
your jewelry.... You know that I am your pain-slave, Mistress Sara.... I
will do anything you want... Anything you ask... Anything you need...
And I always have this hunger.... Nothing can make me change."
"Hahahahaha..." she laughed out load.
"You disgust me... You are abhorrent to me... You perverted, twisted,
degenerate little girlieboy cunt.... But, I must admit, your filthy needs
are so sick they turn me on... And you know it don't you, you queer,
faggot, gay, fuckslut? You know how my pussy starts flowing the moment I
put you into your bubble bath and start to shave you smooth.... You know I
need to start finger fucking my cunt when I lie on my bed and watch you sit
down to put your makeup on.... You know I can't wait to have your tongue
lick my pussy dry and clean my asshole in preparation for what is to
come... Don't you cuntboy?"
Markie watched in shock as she pulled down this beautiful woman's white
lace bra and pulled out an extremely large breast. She let it stick out
with its hardened nipple needing attention. He didn't know what to think.
This was a woman, yet, how could she sound like his father? Something was
going on. Some funny game, some weird adult game was being played. He
couldn't wait to see what happened next. He was fascinated and intensely
interested as he watched his mother do these intensely personal acts in the
privacy of her bedroom with these unknown people.
"Mmmmm, Mommy loves what your hormone shots have done to her baby's soft
skin.... And the implants Doctor Williams put into your chest are
delicious. I love how big you are now babydoll. You really fill out your F
cup now, don't they my gorgeous softie? We certainly needed to augment
your puny little tgirl titties, didn't we sugar? Mommy loves her baby's
new and sexy girlie body... You look so feminine... so hot... so
fuckably coquettish. Don't you think so, babydoll? Aren't you happy, my
sexy little femmeboy whore?... I can tell you that I am!!!! I am
soooooooo happy that I picked the 600 cc implants and not the 450cc's as he
suggested... Aren't you sweetpea? I know you love them too, don't you my
darling little girl? Hmmm? Let Mommy show you what she thinks of her
precious baby's gorgeous tits, OK sweet girl?"
Markie didn't understand anything that he was hearing but he couldn't turn
his eyes away. He just had to continue watching.... More than anything,
he wanted to watch what was happening.
With that, Sara bent down and lifted a small clip off the side table and
attached it to the woman's nipple. The woman let out a long groan of pain
yet had a glazed, almost dreamy look in her eyes. Then Sara pulled the
woman's other large breast out from the white bra and bent down her face to
take the large extended nipple in between her deep red, glistening lips to
suck on it. Finally, when the woman in white was really squirming a lot,
his mother bit down hard on the nipple and pulled it as far out from the
woman's chest as she could before it looked like it would tear off. The
woman whimpered in her pain while his mother walked away to the vanity and
got a perfume sprayer and a key. She walked back to the woman in white and
sprayed perfume behind her ears and between her extremely large breasts and
on her inner thighs and then walked over to the nearly naked man and leaned
into his body and began licking the sweat off his chest, cooing and mewling
all the time, and then knelt down and put the tip of his penis into her
mouth and licked all around the cap on the end of it. She then bit down
until he cried out.
"You fucking little faggot," Sara began. "Don't you scream in my presence.
That cock belongs to me and I'll do with it as I please. Do you
understand?" "Yes Mistress. I'm sorry Mistress."
She reached for him and unlocked his hands and leaned her face to his ear
and whispered, "You gonna fuck my baby girl now? Does Davie wanna put his
cum-filled, desire-crazed, rock hard, ass-fucking cock into her nice, soft,
wet, silky mouth? Baby boy wanna feel his pretty cock get all wet and
ready to slide up her slippery, red-hot, man-hungry, drooling pussy... her
tight little cunnyass? Mommy knows just how much her sweet baby boy needs
to feel his pretty girlfriend's loving lips wrap themselves around his
throbbing tool and make it want to cum soooooooooooo bad... Right, hun?
Hmmm, my big hunky virile girlboy-lover?"
Sara turned to the woman in white.
"You," she said motioning to her. "On the bed, show yourself to me."
The reply was short. "Yes Mistress."
Markie looked on as this woman slid her white lace panties down his
extremely long and shapely stocking-clad legs, gingerly stepping out of
them, one 6" heel at a time. He couldn't believe what he saw spring up
from between the woman's stocking covered thighs. It was a very long, very
red, very fat penis. And it was dripping clear long strands of gooey stuff
out of the tip. First the voice that sounded like his father's and now a
penis that looked like a man's...
Doubt began to creep into Markie's young mind. Maybe this wasn't a woman.
Maybe this, in fact, WAS his father. But then, why does he look like one
of mommy's very beautiful women friends and why is he dressed in women's
clothes and why does he have a large pair of women's titties???? These
were all questions that swirled through the young boy's very confused
little mind. Yet, despite his confusion, Markie found the scene he was
witnessing to be terribly naughty and exciting to watch. He loved the
tingling it made him feel in his own little peenie. And when he reached
down to adjust it, he did so through the soft silky satin of the pink
nightie his mother insisted he always wear to bed and he found that it felt
so delicious to touch himself down there, especially through the soft,
slippery material of his nightie.
As if to add to his disbelief, Markie then watched in erotic horror as this
woman, this incredibly beautiful grown woman with a penis crawled on her
hands and knees across the floor and slithered onto the bed. He could see
that the clip his mother had fastened to one of her nipples was cutting
into her skin and making the nipple turn almost purple from the engorged
blood. Once in front of his mother the woman stopped and arched her back
gracefully, like a dancer, extending her chest for his mother to reach out
and caress. She also opened her mouth, ready for some kind inspection like
Markie had to endure sometimes after brushing his teeth.
Sara looked her over. The woman's mouth was open, waiting, her tits
extended due to the sharp arch of her back and the clip on one nipple, her
rock hard cock-tip glistening with wetness and stuff dripping from the tip.
"Hmm, you sure look ready... Are you my sweet one? Ready to have your
mouth used? Ready to service your boyfriend and make him feel like a man?
Ready to get him all hot and bothered with your lovingly soft mouth? Ready
to have him fuck you? Mmmm... Yeah... I bet my sweet little girl can't
wait to have her pussy spread apart and pounded real hard.... Can you
babydoll? Open your ass for me," Sara commanded.
The penis woman turned over, her back still painfully arched, and buried
her face into a pillow, using both hands to open her willing ass for her
Mistress. The man came on to the bed too and got on his knees behind the
woman in white, waiting for Mistress to allow him to begin. Sara nodded,
and he quickly inserted one finger into the upraised waiting ass. The
prostrate woman began to moan but remained totally motionless. Then the man
put two fingers in and started to slowly push his hand in and out of her
bottom. The woman started to move her bottom back to meet his thrusting
hand. His mother laughed and began using her whip on the girl's soft silky
bottom.
"Such a dirty little sissy cunt-slut," Sara remarked, flicking her whip
towards the woman's exposed ass as she spoke.
"When I'm through with you you'll be begging for a whole fist to go up into
you to bring you the pleasure you need and want."
The girl started to cry out with each crack of the whip and each thrust of
her lover's fingers.
Suddenly the man pulled his fingers out of her rectum and Sara grabbed his
leather strapped penis and put the tip of it right up to the woman's tiny
but very wet-looking brown hole. The man's peepee looked so big and purple
to Markie that he was sure the woman would be hurt and start to bleed if it
went into her.
But instead, as the man pushed his huge penis up into the woman's rectum,
the woman gave out a low moan and then started to beg the man to, "Fuck
me... fuck me hard, you motherfucker.... You faggot pig.... You gorgeous
sissy-loving, cum-king... Give me what I need... Give your gutter whore
cunt what she craves.... Tell me how worthless I am... Tell me what a
cheap slut-cunt I am... Show me what you think of me... Hump me you
fag... Hump your sheboy whore... fuck me the way I deserve.... And then
fill me up with your sticky goo... I really need to feel you pumping and
spurting... Oooooooh, please baby.... Pleeeease.... Fuck your girl...
Fuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeee...," she whimpered.
"Ooooooo, Sara, honey, tell him to fuck his little Alexis into me harder.
Please? Pleeeeeease? Oh baby... You know I'll do everything you ask...
Just make him rip me open with his enormous cock... Have him spray my
fuck-chute with his man-cream... Unh... Unh... Unh..."
The woman's grunts were so delirious and expressed so much hunger and need
that Markie started to feel sorry for her. He knew instinctively that she
wanted some release of some kind. He didn't know what it was but he could
tell she was desperately hungry for something that only the man seemed to
be able to give her.
Then he heard the man shout out, "I'm gonna cum baby... I'm gonna shoot
dollface... Unh... Oh yeah... Here I cum... Daddy's coming baby....
Here it goes... It's spraying sweetheart... My cum is impregnating you
Alexis, my lover, my darling, my sweet, sweet lovergirl... My
everything... My whore.... My heart.... There it is... You have it
all... Unh... Unh... Ooooooooh"
And Markie watched the man lunge and stop and lunge and stop and shake and
quiver and spank the woman's ass with all his might... over and over and
over, in time with his lunging. And finally it was all over. The man
stopped and slumped down over the woman's back while the woman continued to
moan and thrust her ass backwards into his groin. It wasn't until the man
fell off and lay on the bed that Markie could see his mother lying on the
bed beneath the woman in white with something in her hands that she was
pushing into her mouth. Then the penis woman gave a long low moan and
rolled over onto her back spreading her legs to allow his mother to crawl
up between them.
Which is when young, impressionable, seven year old Markie saw the woman's
own enormous peepee sticking up into the air and his mother was pushing it
in and out of her mouth until the woman screamed out and went rigid and
arched her back further and gob after gob after spurt after spurt of thick,
sticky, heavy, white, creamy fluid sprayed out of the end of her penis all
over his mother's face and hair and black cap until there was nothing left
to spurt and the white sticky goo started dripping off her face. He
watched in total fascination as she slowly continued to pump the strange
woman's penis and then took finger full after finger full of the white goo
up to her lips and licked it all off until there was nothing left.
Soon, the room went totally quiet and all Markie could hear was the steady
breathing of the three people. He slipped back to his own bed and reached
down to feel his own peenie completely rigid at what he had just witnessed.
He slowly wrapped his soft satin nightie around his little penis and rubbed
it until he too went rigid and cried out into the darkness.
Chapter Two
Mark Kensington drove his black Bentley coupe out of the U.N. parking and
eased it into the late afternoon traffic before crossing over the Mont
Blanc bridge and heading up to the base of the Old City's wall, where he
knew his favorite little girl might be waiting for her first trick. He was
amused by how reflective he had become in the past 15 minutes. Mark was
not a man to spend a lot of time in self-examination or in trying to get at
the genesis of his peculiar needs. But every once in a while when he was
particularly pensive about going out to search for someone who could cater
to his inner demons and satisfy his hunger, he let his thoughts scroll back
through the Rolodex of his memory. And he always enjoyed the images, sounds
and feelings it brought back to him.
He smiled with all the self-assurance his position and power afforded him
as he thought about how he had first met the darling little thing who
called herself Dani. But before he could really focus on the pleasure those
particular memories held, he pulled up to the three-way intersection and
spotted her standing on one foot in her usual spot with the other 4" high
stiletto-heeled, black PVC thigh-high boots up against the wall behind her.
Mark's pulse quickened at the sight. He was pleased to note that she hadn't
lost one iota of her erotic appeal. In fact, she was only looking hotter
and sexier. He chuckled at the fact that she was in the same exact pose she
had been the first time he had seen her almost a year ago. But there was a
look to her that had changed. She appeared more self-confident. She had the
look of a girl who knew exactly what kind of power she had over the men who
came crawling up to her. He knew she got a thrill out of standing that way
so the hem of her body-hugging micro dress would be stretched tightly high
up across her stocking-covered thighs, allowing all potential customers a
glimpse of her creamy white thighs and what her see-through panties held
prisoner within their lacey confines.
At 15 Daniel Yashenko, was completely and totally hooked on the almost
drug-induced rush that coursed through his 5' 4" frame every time an older
man would slow down to take in the sights he offered up to them. He knew
their hearts started beating faster and their palms started getting wet. He
loved the way their eyes glazed over and their lips opened just enough so
he could see their lizard-like tongues flick out to lick and wet them
quickly as they feasted on his incredibly hot and tight little body and
super-model sexy, heavily made up face.
He would smile a Cheshire-cat smile as he imagined their cocks pulsing and
engorging with blood until they hurt from tenting their business suits and
eventually spotting them with the undeniable evidence of their horny,
eager, demanding need. And every time she was being checked out her own
heart would start racing and the blood would start pumping up her own
hungry, aching cock.
Dani was thrilled that he had finally discovered this magical intersection
at the base of the Old City wall. It had taken him a long time to put the
pieces together but he had picked up the essential clue when he read on
another Geneva-based tgirl's blog where that girl would go to pick up a man
if she needed to release her own pent-up hormonal needs. The girl had
called it her "sticky, gooey, slimey, slippery, viscously poisonous, sweet
girlieboy joy-juice love cream" and Dani loved both the image and the
metaphor.
He felt the same way: his filthy, disgusting, hated boy-juice was nothing
but a poisonous sludge that needed to be drained regularly if he were to
become the girl he knew he was meant to be. He immediately left a comment
on the blog begging the girl to contact him and within a week Dani had met
Sasha, and was thrilled to become her "initiate" - the same name young
girls were given who wanted to devote their lives to their own Lord and
Savior: Jesus Christ. Dani knew the only Lord she would ever worship was
Older Male, Vein-throbbing, Hard Horny Cock in the Holy Church of Degrading
Gutter Sex.
Sasha had laughed at that first meeting when Dani bluntly asked her where
he could go to find a man who would "treat me like a worthless whore and
cum-hungry bitch". Sasha smiled knowingly when she assured her young
protˇgˇ that not only would he get laid by loads of men but he'd make
more money doing it than he ever dreamed might be possible.
"Did I say I wanted to lose my virginity?" Dani thought to
himself. "Hahaha.... Little does Sasha know...."
At that point Dani was still only 13 but old beyond his years. And now, one
and a half years later Dani had risen to take center stage as one of the
superstars in the hidden world of Geneva's transsexual demi-monde. His
precocious certainty that there had to be men who would pay to fuck a hot,
young innocent sissy-boy and suck his always leaking, hot, hard girlcock,
was based on his early experiences with the men who visited his parents
apartment and he reveled in the knowledge that even in straight-laced
Geneva there were an incredible number of men - very rich and special men -
who craved and needed the company of effeminate sissy-boys like him.
He had been convinced there had to be some hidden network of information
that was passed from connoisseur to connoisseur about where such darling
playthings could be found. And since his parents lived in their own
depraved world and wouldn't share a word about the existence such things
for their very own selfish reasons, he knew he had to find out on his own.
And then, there Sasha was, the key Dani needed to unlock the secret world
behind the prudish exterior of this white-washed, phony, hypocritical,
Calvinist yet completely sex-obsessed city; a city that had been revealed
for what it was: A city filled with blank-faced, anonymous, outwardly
appearing straight-laced but oh-so-powerful and rich bureaucrats who had
secrets to hide; secrets beyond the average person's wildest imagination,
to conjure up.
With Sasha's guidance and help Dani had finally uncovered the secret and
sordid world where special girls like them controlled powerful men through
the sheer beauty of their faces and hidden secrets of unlimited pleasure
that their bodies offered. Dirty, filthy, shameful secrets. Perverted
secrets. Special secrets, the knowledge of which was unknown to most
citizens but that, once tasted by the special few, took control and held a
power greater than any addictive drug known to man.
And make no mistake at all, Daniel Yashenko was a VERY special boy who had
known since he was 6 that he should have been born a girl and whose mother
and father had not only allowed him to openly express his inner femininity
but had actively encouraged and facilitated its emergence, then molded and
guided him in the ways he would eventually express it.
Viktor and Elinora Yashenko were equally special parents. They had grown up
and excelled in the doctrinaire rigidity of Soviet Russia, where strict
adherence to the Party's authority was rewarded and rewarded handsomely for
the really good comrades. And with the devotion of True Believers they
dedicated the time, hard work, blind obedience and unswerving loyalty that
earned them the highest positions possible within State-controlled Russia.
Because of Viktor's facility at learning languages and the chiseled male
ruggedness of his bone structure and body, he had been chosen at the tender
age of 14 upon entering middle school, to serve the Motherland's need to
gather information about the State's enemies. He was chosen to prepare and
master all the disciplines needed to enter the dark world of the KGB's
Office of Foreign Intelligence. For the next 10 years he was educated,
molded and trained both physically but especially mentally to be prepared
for any surprise in the course of his information gathering and to exploit
any and all weaknesses he could discover in any Enemy of the State.
He was shown how to spot all the known quirks in human psychology so he
could exploit those he would meet in the West who might fall prey to his
charm and be "turned". He showed the most aptitude and interest in
exploiting the sexual needs of his targets and was put through years of
disciplined physical exercise to sculpt his body to maximize its
appeal. And by his early 20's Viktor was a 6' 2" Adonis with grey eyes and
dark blond hair who exuded power, dominance, total control and
invincibility. Beyond his physical perfection, he had quickly perfected
all the different ways he could seduce the boys, women and men who hungered
for him.
For Viktor, the seduction "game" was what most excited him, not just the
sexual act itself. He loved using his talents, brains and beauty in the
hunt for sources and he thrilled at turning on his raw sexual power and
quick-witted, intelligent and cultured sophistication to gain control over
the Enemy. True to their ruthless efficiency, the KGB hadn't neglected the
manipulation of Viktor's sexual tastes and needs.
These were carefully molded so he was conditioned to enjoy all forms of
sexual pleasure from the most brutal sado/masochistic, dominant/submissive
games to the soft, sweet, languid pleasure that came at the end of a slow,
romantic seduction. And he had developed a unique ability to spot and
single out the most easily turned Enemies of the State: those with personal
needs that made them ashamed of themselves but needs whose controlling
power couldn't be denied; those with secrets to hide.
Women's minds went numb and their knees went weak at the sight of his
God-like muscled form. His body seemed to emit an odor that most women
found as addictive as the strongest opium; inducing a dream-like state that
filled their minds and wet cunts with hunger and need; filled their brains
with their most vulnerable fantasies. And once his rakish smile and
flirtatious charm was unleashed on them, they would do anything he asked
within moments - just so they would be chosen to get to their knees on a 5
minute visit to a darkened restroom or share his bed and be forced to offer
themselves in any way this sexy, ruthless man wanted to take them. Gay and
bisexual men were like moths drawn to a hot, flaming candle.
His physical beauty made them coo and fawn over him while being unable to
prevent themselves from hyperventilating in his presence. And he got a
special thrill from seducing them and satisfying them in the most degrading
ways even their perverted minds had never imagined. Viktor seemed to know
more about human sexual pleasure than any other lover any of them had ever
met.
And it wasn't just the size and distinctive shape of his prick that kept
them coming back for more. It was the way he talked to them, treated them,
degraded them, humiliated them EXACTLY the way they craved and needed that
kept them on his leash. He found each person's weakness and then he
manipulated them mercilessly so they would beg for the feel of his hand, or
fingers but especially his large, always-ready prick. And most of his
favorite partners craved the lash of his tongue as he verbally abused them
in ways that matched his physical abuse.
But it was his first meeting with an African woman. And this one was
incredible. She couldn't have been more than 16 and her dark African skin
and dyed-auburn hair, set off her light hazel eyes as if she were a dark
porcelain Goddess. And it was this perfect black skinned under-age whore
from Ethiopia who showed him what the ultimate sexual turn-on would be for
him for the rest of his life.
It was shortly after his 23rd birthday and he had won special recognition
for infiltrating and "turning" a young secretary within the Kremlin so the
KGB could keep ahead of their domestic counterparts in the GRU and was on
leave for two days as a reward. Without a moment's hesitation he headed
straight for the side street near Gorky Park where he usually headed when
he needed to relax. It was nicknamed the "Street of Dreams" because a man
could go there and find anything that could be sexually fantasized about.
"Alexis" caught his eye immediately. She was new there and she was
under-age - just the way he preferred his submissives. She was only about
5' 4" tall even in her high heels and when he spotted her, she was wearing
4" high gold-heeled, leopard print ankle boots with a bright yellow shirred
mini- skirt that molded her big round ass which he couldn't take his eyes
off as she leaned into the open window of a pulled over car. Her dark ebony
legs looked like they went on forever and as she pulled out of the window
and stood up, he could see that her black, bolero-short, fur jacket was
unable to be zipped shut because of the size of her perfectly shaped,
fat-nippled, pendulous tits; Tits that left nothing to the imagination
because they were encased in a sheer black chiffon, skin-tight, deep V-eed
blouse.
Her hair was long and silky and her makeup was clearly applied to attract
horny men: it was thick and dark and ultra-sexy: Just the way he decided
then and there that he loved his under-age girls. Her lips were shiny and
her eyelashes were long and heavy with mascara. She was trying desperately
to look older but Viktor was thrilled to realize she was barely old enough
to be in high school.
He didn't move, preferring to watch her for a while for he could tell a lot
about a woman's attitude by the way she carried herself. This one was proud
and she definitely knew she was hot. In fact, it was clear that she was
begging to be taken brutally and shown who her master was and who was the
slave. She was also the first black whore he had seen anywhere and she was
even more exotic than he had imagined black bitches might be. She looked
straight into the eyes of all the men on the street and didn't shy away
from anyone, including the two Soviet Army police officers who were there
to keep order and who couldn't stop eyeing her themselves.
"Hey, you big white stud-boy... " she said to Viktor as he approached
her. "I'll bet I know what your sweet and cute little white-boy dick
needs..... Mmmmm... Oh yeah sugar..... this black babydoll has what you
want, white-boy... Don't I???...... I got a nice tight, wet, pink pussy
surrounded by the softest blackest ass you will ever taste."
Her voice was bedroom husky as if she had just woken up and was horny and
needed to be fucked hard and long. She reached out a thin black hand with
incredibly long fingers tipped by the longest and reddest nails Viktor had
yet seen on a woman. She held his arm close to her body and let his elbow
sink deep between her full, warm, fleshy breasts.
"C'mon sweetpea, Alexis knows what you need..... and I have want you want
and..... and I'm gonna make you so happy little baby..... there ain't no
other girl like me in this whole fucking city... that's right.... No one
who can love you the way you need to be loved, baby."
She smiled and the whiteness of her teeth dazzled Viktor. He smiled back
and bent down and whispered, "Hey my little black whore.... So you have a
"thing" for white boys, eh? IS that it????? You like big white, jiz-filled
cock huney?????? You need to feel your master pumping you the way you long
to be pumped???? Pumped so hard so you can feel good serving him? Is that
it? Is that what you need you sexy nigger whore bitch?"
Alexis laughed out load, "Yeah... somethin' like that Masta..." and pulled
him to a door in the building behind her.
Viktor had been in that house many times since the age of 15 when his
trainers had first taken him in celebration of some achievement. He loved
walking up the stairs and down the hallways hearing the moans and groans
and screams and panting. He loved the mingled smells of cheap whore perfume
and vodka and sweat and pussy juice and cum. It always went straight to his
head and he started hyperventilating as the need to fuck hit him full force
and almost took his breath away....
"Oh God," he needed to cum.... "Unh..... fuck.... Yeah.... I gotta cum...."
He thought to himself as he followed her swinging ass up the stairs. He
reached up and slid his hands up under her tight skirt and felt the heat
from her soft swaying hemispheres of this incredibly perfect round nigger
ass. He became almost comatose with hunger and need.
On the third floor Alexis had started to pull him down the hall when he
couldn't take it anymore and abruptly pushed her up against the wall and
reached his hands up to take her fat, distended nipples between his fingers
and brought his thin white-boy lips down against her thick, luscious,
heavily lipsticked, nigger-girl lips and started chewing her lower lip as
his tongue dueled with hers. He began grinding his huge and pulsing cock
against her flat, taught tummy as her hands reached around him to grab his
tight, muscled ass so she could pull him in harder and tighter and could
start humping her pubic bone against his thigh.
She laughed a deep, sensuous laugh and broke away, pulling him to her
room. Once inside Viktor noted the red taffeta curtains had been drawn so
the light was filtered and gave the entire space the glow of a real whore's
room. Alexis took her jacket off and hung it up. She turned and Viktor's
mouth went dry at the first sight of her perfect collarbones, long thin
neck and her enormous tits. They were higher than he had thought and they
were so full that they almost came together and touched, even without a bra
to push them together. Her nipples were the size of tiny black
sticks.... Maybe a full 3cm long and 1.5cm in diameter.
She smiled and brought her fingernails up to them and pinched them right
through the sheer gossamer fabric of her blouse and cooed....
"Mmmm... baby loves it when it hurts..... Oh YESSSSSS...." And she started
to pinch them hard. Her breathing picked up and sounded rough as it passed
her throat. Clearly this girl loved a little pain because her eyes started
to roll back into her lids as her fingernails bit into the black wrinkled
flesh of her nipples.
Viktor was aching for release and started to open his pants, only to feel
his face being slapped hard by this young bitch who hissed out at him,
"Don't you fucking dare touch that whiteboy man-cock.... You understand????
It belongs to ME now... You got it, you little sissy-hungry commie
bastard??? You understand, you whimpering, horny, needy, white-trash,
nigger-lover, pussy boy? Hunh... DO YOU? Do you understand me, you fucking
commie pervert.......You need your black African whore, don't you babydoll?
Hunh???? Don't you....? ANSWER ME!!!!!!! Goddamnit......"
She was now squeezing her nipples so hard that Viktor could see tiny drops
of blood where her red lacquered fingernails had pierced the skin. And she
had developed a sheen to her forehead, indicating stress and desire. Viktor
stopped dead still. Alexis reached for his pants and opened the belt and
unzipped them and let them drop to the floor.
His cock jumped out at her, pointing straight upwards with a slight curve
to the shaft. Viktor never bothered with underwear. He wanted free and easy
access to his love-tool at all times. Alexis let out a low moan and sank to
her knees in front of him. She had never seen a cock like this. The head
was enormous: fat and bulbous with a fleshy helmet of pink skin surrounded
by the thickest rim of sensitive smooth glans. It had to be about 4 cm in
diameter. But it was the little bridge of skin the connected the glans to
the shaft itself that fascinated her. She reached out almost delicately
with her tongue and flicked this bridge of skin. Viktor began to hump
forward, trying to get the whole head to slip past her fat wet lips. She
pulled back to examine the cock more closely. The shaft had to be half the
diameter of the head.
"Oh my God.... This is the perfect cock.... This is what I've been
searching for all these years.... I didn't think there WAS a God, but this
is too perfect not to have been sent to me directly from God
himself..... Oh Fuck..... Mmmmmmm..." she moaned as she took the entire
shaft into her mouth and deep-throated it until her nose hit his pubes.
Viktor thought his tool had been devoured by a demon. This girl could suck
better than anyone who had ever slipped his glans past her lips before. He
thought he had died and gone to Heaven. He knew that if he didn't pull out
soon, he would shoot his thick sticky cream into her mouth and this
glorious afternoon would end too soon. He pushed her away.
Alexis, startled by the sudden empty feeling in her mouth, let out an
animal-like growl and turned around and got onto the bed on her hands and
knees. She reached around and pulled her tight yellow skirt up around her
hips and slipped her yellow lace thong to the side, looked over her
shoulder and screamed out, "You get that fat-headed, perfectly shapped cock
up here and you fuck my ass.... Do you hear me???.... NOW, you
nigger-loving fucking bastard.... I gotta have that
thing.... Ohhhhhhhh... Puleeeeease baby..... Be sweet to your baby
Allie.... She needs it so bad.... Ungh...."
She had grabbed a tube of lube and had begun to work her long-nailed
fingers into her ass-pussy and stuck her ass further into the air and waved
it back and forth until, finally, she felt the soothing heat of his hands
grab her hips while his dick-head rubbed the tight opening to her rectum.
"Unh... yeah.... Oh God... put it in..... put it into me baby... I need it
so bad..... Who's your whore babydoll? Who's here to make you happy, pretty
sugarboy? Let me feel that perfectly shaped, fat-headed piece of man-flesh
pop my sphincter and slide all the way in..... Go home baby.... Go all the
way home...." And she grunted as she felt Viktor's enormously fat, bulbous
prick head stretch out her sphincter and slip past that tight anal ring
with almost an audible "pop".
Viktor couldn't hold back and without warning, he lunged hard and deep
until his lilly white stomach hit her fleshy black ass and he bottomed
out. There wasn't any slow penetration to avoid pain for her. He had to
possess this whore, this black Goddess, this cock-hungry bitch cunt....
"Oh Fuck this black bitches ass is tight.... Oh my God.... YES..... I
needed this...." And he set up a rhythm that he knew he couldn't maintain
for long. Her sphincter and rectal cavity was milking his cock and his
balls were banging against her pelvis until, he felt it starting..... Until
he felt his seed beginning its inexorable, unstoppable path, pulsing its
way up his shaft from deep within his rock-hard ball sack...
He reached around her to rub her clit so she could get off too and as his
right hand came into contact with her genitals, he suddenly felt the
hardest, biggest, hottest, longest shaft of horny prick-meat he had ever
held. And before he could react, before his rational brain took control, he
could literally feel his brain melt into an ecstasy that he had only
dreamed might exist. He stopped thinking. He stopped fighting his need to
explode. He stopped acting rationally and let it all just happen. Whatever
was going to happen would just have to happen. He couldn't stop now if he
wanted to. His cock and his hand had minds of their own.
And as his viscous, slimey, scalding, copious man-cream spewed out to coat
Alexis' rectal walls in spasm after spasm of rope-spitting orgasm and as he
felt his thick joy-juice drip out past his shaft and down to his balls,
Alexis' cock began to harden more than he thought possible and heat up
hotter than it already was and his frantically jacking fist suddenly felt
slippery and wet as his fingers were lubricated sopping wet by the
torrential flood of her own cum... a cum that seemed unstoppable and
endless.
Viktor had truly discovered the "Street of Dreams". He knew his life would
never be the same.